Sunday, May 1, 2011

I miss breakdancing.
I miss random late-night catchups.
I miss insiders.
I miss long AIM away messages.
I miss being able to confide in someone.
I miss laughing.
I miss bright kicks.
I miss Saturday morning cartoons.
I miss 3am trips to Wal-mart.
I miss my Cafe.
I miss thrift store shops with my Grandmother.
I miss driving on Route5 with my Grandmother.
I miss travelling freely.
I miss being able to wear fitted caps.
I miss the days of conversation.
I miss stir fry for dinner.
I miss playing chess over good conversation.
I miss learning from people, not Googling.
I miss inspiration.
I miss free-spitting.
I miss my fro.
I miss feeling individual.

Now I'm just a grey dot in the masses.

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